Now I'm just a Fag

Sure, I tried on some of my sister's panties when I was young. Sure, I wore some of mom's nylons and a girdle when I was a little older. Sure, I jerked off on my wife's underwear, thinking of being her, being fucked like a bitch by some big monster cock when I was married. Who hasn't done that? 

I hooked up with a few guys when I was in my 40's just to see if I was missing anything. And, of course, I was. One guy let me wear his wife's panties while I sucked him off. He called me a fag when he fucked me. I loved it. I wanted to be a man's servant, whore and 'wife' of sorts. But I never did it.

Well, one fateful day it happened. I made a mistake and got caught naked with a big, fat hairy faggot. He is John. It turns out he planned for me to be discovered because he wanted to have me for himself. But he didn't love me or anything like that. He is a fat, sweaty gay gay man who won't ever find someone who would put up with his appearance, arrogance, bad personal hygiene, etc. He is also rough and disrespectful in bed. The only way he could get a regular fuck was to trick someone into it. So, It worked. I lost everything and had to move in with him for a few months. I was able to keep my job but it took me a while to recover from the embarrassment and the divorce. John took me in and fucked the shit out of me every day and every night. Eventually I know he will tire of me. So I saved my money and prepared to be back in some cheap apartment someday soon. But in the meantime, I'm his faggot.

Every day when I get home from work John is waiting for me. He drives truck early and is off work at 3. I never know what is in store for me that day. I guess that is why I keep coming back. It's always something discusting or vile. But it's always something different. When we were first fucking, he liked me to eat his hairy ass out. It would last for an hour sometimes. He would jerk off, calling me his house cleaner, while I shoved my tongue in his ass. He would pull my hair, forcing my face even deeper between his sweaty, hairy cheeks. I'd do my best to breathe through my nose. He would be rough and demanding, knowing I didn't like it. He enjoyed doing things to me I didn't like. I knew it was over when I'd feel the warm sperm running all over my face.

So, most days, eating his ass was on the menu. After that, anything went. Spanking, dildos. cock slapping, pinching, nipple clamps, gags, bondage, dressing me in all sorts of different costumes, etc. He could cum 3 or three times a day. I'd have a deep in my ass and another in my mouth sometimes half an hour apart. His cock was fat, like him. Maybe 7 or 8 inches long. It was like a really big cucumber. But it tasted like he had not showered for a week. He liked to have a big black dildo in my ass while he throat fucked me. And later he would make me suck one while he fucked me. If there wasn't his cock or a gag in my mouth, there was big rubber dildo in there. Same with my ass. He liked me filled up, he always said. 

And the costumes were not anything like you might think. No pretty dresses or gladiator stuff. Oh no. He would shot the deepest, darkest Halloween stores for the most grotesque, alarming and scary masks. He has animal faces and zombie themes. He has the masks from most every horror move. And, in contrast, he has Marilyn Monroe. He wears her mask while waving his fat, dirty cock in my face. He pretends she is a transvestite and he fucks me like a subdued victim. There would be fake blood, fake missing limbs and stuff like that. You don't know how fucking uncomfortable you can feel when you open your eyes and Freddy Kruger is looking down at you, while you're chained to a bloody doctor's exam table, gagged with a old bloody rag, drool running out of the mouth holes on you, and fucking you like a pig. It's a pathetic faggot's nightmares coming true.

He did dress me like little red riding hood a few times. He said he likes the expression on my face when the big bad wolf was raping me. His collection of rubber masks is pretty impressive, but unsettling too. I never know what scary monster will be taking me into the basement and fucking me for it's demonic pleasure.

But I kept coming back. 

Bill